Twenty-Two Hours in London

My phone was confident. The chain-link fence and I had reservations.

Who’s the Deppl Now?

An open gate and other terrifying things

There was a lock, so I locked it

There was probably no one in my living room.

The Hunger Stone of Děčín

In which I once again become emotionally invested in a rock.

What I was doing while I wasn't here

Stamp of a Car, Stamp of a Plane

The Juárez Shortcut

Microcation is such an obnoxious word

Istanbul, Briefly

A Recipe for Grief

Some ingredients are unavoidable.

The distance I've traveled.

A personal map.

I Went to DePIN Day and Now I Want to Monetize My Vacuum Cleaner

What I was doing while I wasn't here.

My Relationship Status: Emotionally Entangled with Three Cities and Possibly a Llama

I am incredibly adept at making simple travel difficult.

Living on a Vaccination Passport and a Prayer